Phone Call

•2016/11/17 • Comments Off on Phone Call

I get so mad over little things I have no control over but seem blatantly simple for the other person to do whatever it is I’m expecting. In your case it has always been expecting a return phone call… especially since I made a final decision about following through with my most recent commitment. Despite the conflict of feeling scared of the unknown, I must move away from selfish preferences and recent companions. For at least once in my life I so wanted not to disappear but to face you- explaining reasons, conveying remorse, lessening hurt, seeking understanding, considering another -for my need to disassociate in order to grow. (My immediate automatic fascination for learning and experiencing you and your uncommon existence has encompassed and overwhelmed me.)

Since I was a child I excised without consideration of my surroundings. I lived in exploration of tiny life details that kept my mind and body busy following the fascination at hand. Grandma and grandpa Duncan saw my intense knowledge seeking and would lead me to places, subjects, and media that most wouldn’t appreciate or take time to consider. I loved my life then. I reciprocated with newfound discoveries when I wasn’t lost in exploration.
As I grew older though, my difference in nature was pointed out by colleges as a trait undesirable. With no self publicizing whatsoever, I was still noticed and subsequently avoided. Any interaction that did occur with my peers was them mocking these differences. Well almost all, Lisa, Karen, and Sarah (especially Sarah…)were the few bold enough to befriend the new student and decided I could remain within their worlds as well. Because of these few women disapproval from others faded into the backgrounds of my awareness. (n one the less, the now quieted negative input still had the great effect on my personal acceptance like mantras repeatedly whispered into a dormant ear.)…
I went back into my early self suppressing as many external tells as I could. This internal time was not spent of discovering my present world. Now I took time to create lands and places and stories and false endings to probable experiences. Now I had the explorers joy again of new possibilities- now with the ability to conjure and direct them as I pleased. It was true and complete disassociation from the negative presence and her beings.
I have continued pursuit of all possibly anticipated negative interactions. I think I seek people who have also unpublished some traits, (indicating our likeness) I find these few live in a world self-directed and adventure-sought as I do. These men have become my new distraction of seeking knowledge. I observe then approach in a manner I have concluded will be of pleasing interest to him. Once slipped inside this newfound place, longing for a tangible human connection, is pleasantly fulfilled. Once again,I make sure none of my individualities emerge and cause possible disruption to the bliss of being seen and yet accepted/desired, causing me to dream of the forever joy I could ensure never fades. Again I analyze, observe, and act in a manner to keep up congruity and keep down disruptions.
The problem with other world creations is THEY posses the ability to conjure and direct them as they please. This creates conflict my calculated path to forever joy. I am now one of the two here (despite my sneaking access into your land) justify and assume my equal directors voice. Eventually this conflict -busy efforts to retain self and others’ desires simultaneously- causes such deep mindful dismay and physical exhaustion I turn to my self with the bottom line- You cannot direct another world and you cannot exist disassociated from self. (Flee quickly and quietly back to Homebase for recovery…. there I recollect the initial lesson-
COMBINE individual seeking and shared discoveries to create the greatest joy.

I have recently accepted the following:
I exist neutrally without pursuit of or adventures in other lands.
Existing out loud with acceptance is possible. (circa Duncans)
Tangible Existence(REALITY):
considering and including BOTH internal and external influence and experiences.
Directions to Homebase aren’t predetermined but your path is being watched over.
Forced effort recoils yet necessary effort builds
Tangible Existence is already conjured yet the ability to self-direct remains.

working conclusion: ongoing discovery will be required for ongoing existence.

Still learning to accept that “perseverance ensues” despite facts that:
Data is infinite (and therefore)
initial conclusions are not concrete (resulting in)

no teachers edition available for discovery
.

Hello from the other side

•2016/06/15 • Comments Off on Hello from the other side

I think I must’ve called over half a dozen times
‘cuz you wrote, “loose this number”
but not to say I’m sorry for everything or breaking your heart or some other silly Adelle line…
I was just trying to say NMW
“You can do this” (“he can do it all night long!”)
Sorry, Adam Sandler, Waterboy reference, but I digress….
Seriously though,
what are you doing out there
………………….why?
………………….why-stop.
………………….stop thinking about him

………………………it doesn’t fucking matter Gez…
and I wander off, as his voice trials off
into the trails that lead into my brain
as I think, and not think, then think about him again.
But just for a moment, just for today
i wanted to tell you
why are you acting that way
…………………………………………….what fucking way,
…………………………………………….what are you talking about, Crazy Lady
…………………………………………….Lose my number,
…………………………………………….how many times do I have to say it already
…………………………………………….supid bitch
…………………………………………….wanna suck my dick
your di-
-i digress though, what was I saying
oh yea…
“you can do it
one day at a time though
and just for today”
and the moment is passed
and the song is over
and I catch a corner-eye-snippet of my passenger floorboard
a sleeping Calvert memory-mind-snapshot of 5pm yesterday-
7am today
I smile.
A kiss to say good bye
A smile because
his mustache tickles….
“Hello,
I just called to say
how is you day going dear…”
………………….(no answer)
………………….nevermind, he’s sleeping
see you tonight dear,
………………….(Hello. Yes, I’m home. Yes, I’m coming. I know. ok. k. k… yep. bye.)

Technology

•2016/06/01 • Comments Off on Technology
To all the technology buffs and brain labratorians,we salute you.
Meanwhile, my padna,
I will be slayin the evolutional dilemma of life,
jus’ sitting out here in the garage
stooped over a ’70’s Malibu
and staring up at the sky
a l  l
d a y
l o n g
f e e l i n g    j u s ‘   f in e

Loving Me

•2016/06/01 • Comments Off on Loving Me

I had to let her love me for a long time
before
I was secure enough to ask her to love me
outloud
and not be hidden behind quietly smooshed face
hugs &
deep bellied laughter rolling over tops of
coffee cups

I love you, Sister &
…..I thank you, sister

for loving me
…..so therefore, We’ve learned about
………………………………loving me…

before
…..outloud
……….hugs and
……………coffee cups

Sister,
…..sister
……….loving me

before we learned about
Loving Me

And then the train came

•2016/05/23 • Comments Off on And then the train came

Made it to the river Monday
……….. today
………………this week
first time I’ve been back since
the first week I came back was with
River
……..man
……………..and you have to be careful
………………………and quiet
……………………..at 10 p.m.
……………………on the river
so a boogeyman don’t grab you
………………………………rape you
………………………………eat you
or lest you fall,
…………………(I must admit I was rather nervous)

then the train came

and it washed
And shook the Earth
and made the mudslide
beneath the water
till it churned
a big SLAP
S p l a s h
raindr.p
wet
on my foot but my ass did not shift on
the
con
crete
stairs
where
my whole body does when I stand on the bridge

when the train comes

then I wasn’t scared of that old bogeyman no more
and
the Train rumbled on
away with my fear
and all is quiet
again
(Crept the earth of course
………………………………for night is her time to speak)

Gittin jiggy widdit

•2016/05/18 • Comments Off on Gittin jiggy widdit

My va-gy-gy ain’t so fly for a white guy
Tonight bae
But jus wait ’till tomoro, Joe
An’ I’ll be good ta go, yo!

Z’aight

•2016/05/18 • Comments Off on Z’aight

I sold my first book
Tonight. Ain’t that alllright.
Time for bed, Z. ‘Night